Neal Douglas

"How dare you, these are a delicacy you know." Neal drawled, returning his phone to his pocket. Neal smiled at her question, wondering if she was asking as a friend/client or asking as a journalist. Neal considered dipping the fried pickle into her ice cream just to piss her off. "You know how it is with kids these days, always too busy to meet their old folks. But not so disappointing now you're here."